Legs Went Weak

"Wait!"

Those two short words instantly silenced the harmonious atmosphere.

Liu Jie's entire body stiffened. A bone-piercing chill shot up his spine, and the composure on his face froze at once.

Almost instinctively, he turned sideways and whipped his head around, staring fixedly at Zhou Feng beside him.

All along the way, he had repeatedly reminded and warned this newcomer to behave himself, speak less to stay alive, and make it through this field assignment without incident.

Zhou Feng's previous performance had been fairly obedient and sensible; he did not seem like someone without a brain.

Who would have thought that he would dare start making trouble in the heart of Blood Tiger Mountain? Wasn't this simply courting death?

This was Bloodmark's territory. The man's fierce reputation was well known, he commanded numerous cultivators, and three high-grade Gu Beasts guarded the place. The two of them were alone here—once they thoroughly tore off all pretense, death was the only possible outcome!

"Are you insane?!"

Liu Jie lowered his voice, his teeth chattering. Extreme terror made his voice tremble as he reached out and gripped Zhou Feng's sleeve tightly.

"Shut up! Get back here, now! Do you know what kind of place this is? If you dare make trouble here, neither of us will be leaving today!"

His eyes were filled with frustration at iron failing to become steel. He only thought Zhou Feng was a fearless newborn calf, a newcomer eager to show off and grandstand, unable to distinguish the peril of the situation.

Around the altar, dozens of Blood Tiger Mountain cultivators were initially stunned, then all sneered, their eyes full of mockery and disdain.

A fledgling newcomer dared spout such grandiose words at Blood Tiger Mountain? He truly did not know the height of heaven or the depth